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It’s 1949 on a highway to nowhere
Unfaithful, young, sadistic
Force of habit
Set us free

Can see this false divide
But will never surpass it

Track Name: Rite of Passage

It’s stubborn, blunt, old fashioned
Some archaic rite of passage
You’ll hear no language
Only common grunts and double standards
Forced to excuse all that came before and will come after
Or else abandon all I know

So I will scramble signals
Try to just subvert your thinking
And force these neurons shut
No sending, just receiving
I’ll try in Morse code
No, I will invent a language
So you’ll abandon all you know

It’s working
It’s not working
I know what came before

Track Name: Mania

Empty head, not quite persuaded
Take it take it take it back
Can’t remember just what was said
Fail on site, avoid attack

I didn’t think we’d have to fall
They’re gonna take all that is left
We’re gonna do what they expect
We’re gonna dig right back into that hole

Raw and bare, unraveling faster
Hold me hold me hold me down
Stumbling words so loosely crafted
Left with just the lesser half

Forced out
Forced down
I can’t hold on any longer

Track Name: In the Name of Order

No means to estimate the wealth or reestablish
You run to cut the corners, fill the holes with boredom
You’ll close at noon today
Shut off the lights one final time

You can’t owe what you can’t see
We’re fortunate so we’re free (to practice alchemy)

We trade in fool’s gold but it’s always underwritten
Can’t pay the mortgage if it’s cut in 40 pieces
Can’t trace it to the source, reveal the name or owner
The process not the product
But we can’t know what you know

Track Name: Forget Who You Are

Forget who you are
Make claims you can’t clear
You’re singing out loud
In all the wrong places
Hiding behind the faults and the lies
We change or resign to do this forever

I thought we’d have a chance to hash it out and make concessions
But last call’s coming

Forget who you are
Hysteria calls for seeing new things
In all the old places
Leaving behind that persona defined
By inaccurate lies
Stop living in pieces

Caught in the turnstile
Tried so hard to cross that line
Caught underwater
We can’t return this time

Track Name: Wrong Profession/Same Results

Pushed out again
We all pretend
Not to be undermined
Not to be forced to sit still

I chose the wrong profession
I thought I could make due
With half closed eyes and a strong tendency to dream
Slow death by mental starvation
Will come as a relief
We’ll let go once we see the other side of grief

Held back again
Create, upend
Not to be undermined
Not to be put in your place

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It’s a different place and time
A different set of rules of decency
If we wanna fool them all
We’re gonna have to keep it together
Cut it off or push it down
It’s all the same resulting frequency
But the same rules still apply

Gonna hurt somebody
Gonna get somebody good this time

In another place and time
There’ll be new standards of complacency
Pull me up or drag me down
It’s all the same now
I don’t think so
This is someone else’s dream
But the same rules still apply

Track Name: Nervous Habits

Wretched minds justify our desires
Can’t sit still for a day or an hour
Begging god for a moment of quiet
Criticize me

We’re all defined by our nervous habits
I will admit that it’s hard to let them go
Dusting off all the old excuses
For the time when I’ll have to make a go

We are scared
We know not what we seek
Holding on to this shred of a dream
Make a plea for all prospects to fail
Let it go

Track Name: Desperate Plea

Yet another time I say
That I’ve stopped looking towards the day
When I will prove what I have claimed
Stop making lists, I see no point
Completion just for its own sake
So I give up on this place

Can’t quit breathing in my sleep
Gotta find out who to be
Can’t quit breathing in my sleep
I’ll try to be successful